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First Time Being Fucked by a BBC

Several years passed since I gave my first Black guy head. Make no mistake, I was thoroughly enjoying myself surprising unsuspecting Black men ‘out of the blue' with blowjobs. The look on their faces when they became clear on what my intentions were was priceless and something I really enjoyed inspiring. I gave head everywhere from a bowling alley to a football stadium pre-game parking lot to convenience store back rooms after midnight when the store was quiet. Dee started pointing guys out when we would be out and it sort of became a game, a challenge to get myself into position to nonchalantly bump into them somehow; a skill at which I became fairly adept. But at a New Year’s Eve party to welcome in 2004, there were a couple of Black guys who were unattached at the party we attended, and something growled inside me as I stared at them and it struck me all of a sudden that sucking either of them was not going to be enough to satisfy me. It was time and I wanted to go the next step. After mentioning it to Dee and receiving a boost of confidence and encouragement, I was going to try to figure a way to speak with one of them alone. But before I found them again two other women has beat me to them. But the fire was lit. I looked online at an adult website after a few weeks and growing frustrated with desire. On the site I came across so many options, or so it seemed. Many were flakes, but eventually someone responded who caught my attention. It was a listing for a couple of guys ...

... actually, and I am not sure what my thoughts were when initially contacting them. After a few emails we chatted online and I showed the personal ad they had on the site to my hubby Dee, who encouraged me to make myself happy, as always. Eventually, on a Saturday in February, I responded to the phone number they gave me with Dee’s cell. Within minutes we were texting, a few after that, we spoke on the phone. The guy who handled the arrangements, whose number I had, belonged to a fella named Will. His friend was James, I was told. We made some plans for that evening and the butterflies in my stomach took off. Arriving at the North San Diego County club we agreed upon 15 minutes early, we were surprised to see how much it had changed in the 2-3 years since we last were there. It was a racially mixed dance club then, but in the meantime had switched to a completely Hispanic format of music and the whites and blacks who once danced there were nowhere in sight. We were the only white people we saw walking in, and there, 15 minutes early were the only two black guys, right where we were to meet. We introduced ourselves and went to a long table facing the wall in the back. I sat with Will and Dee and James went to get us drinks. I faced Will in a very short dress with nothing underneath. We did not kiss while sitting at the counter, but within a minute I was feeling his cock through his pants and his hands were up my dress and rubbing on my pussy. We all gulped our drinks and headed ...